Anno foelicissimi Regni Augustae Reginae nostrae ELIZABETH Quadragesimo primo, fausté iam incepto.
‘Psal. terseptimus: Domine in virtute tua.’
THIS Sallm blessed David did make for himself & hiz peple too reioys at Gods allmighty poour & mercy against hiz enimyez, vnto whoom in fervency of sprite did he zeloously voow héer sum dreadfull rewards for theyr mallis méet: éending hiz dittée with harty prayer for continuauns of the same divine poour. But (az in du conferens it well appéerz) hoow néer the fortunez & dignitéez of that Godly Prins and oour sacred Sooverain doo ioyn: He King of Iuri, Her highnes Quéen of England: He the seaventh soon of Isai, She (by name) the seaventh of my God. Thus (as it were) a certein alliauns between them: and matter of the Sallm so aptly serving, in Ebru meter long a go compoounded, héer noow reduced intoo seaven English Septenariez have we allso thearby too yéeld God all dutifull thanks for oour Quéenz singular prudent goovernauns, éevē too this prezent Annuall Seaventeenth of November, the happy day of entrauns intoo her gracious Rein, and allso with all tru affectiō we pray Gods mercy too bless her with many such yéerly daiz' whearby with all felicitée' her highnes in her vnmatchabl & gracioous good Regiment long over vs too Rein.
Ex Versione 10. Campensis.
1 DOmine in fortitudine tua,
Rex vt laetatur?
Et in salute tua, vt exvlrat
Praeter modum?
2 Desyderium cordis dedisti ei, et petita labiorum non negavisti.
3 Nam bonorum liberalitate etiam praevertisti eum, et capiti eius auream Coronam imposuisti.
4 Vitam petijt à te, etdedisti ei longaevam aetatem in sempiternum et vltra.
5 Immensa est gloria eius, sed per tuam opitulationem, honorem et splendorem posuisti super eum.
6 Sed et perpetua felicitate donabis eum, laetificabis eum laetitia vultus tui.
7 Rex enim sperat in Dominum et in altissimi bonitatem: hinc fit vt labi non possit.
8 Sentiant manum tuā omnes hostes tui, experiantur dexteram tuam Inimici tui.
9 Incende eos velut clibanum in tempore indignationis tuae:
Domine in ira tua deglutiat ac devoret eos ignis.
10 Germen eorum de terra perde, et semen eorum ex hominum numero.
11 Quoniam moliuntur adversum te malum,
Cogitant facihus quod non possunt.
12 Sed tu in fugam convertes eos, et nervo tuo in vultus eorum collima bis.
13 Evehere Domine cum fortitudine tua.
Vt canamus et celebremus potentiam tuam.
I.
1 O Lord thy Queen rebollving in her mynde
Thy poour surinoountyng all oother poour so far
Her self thearwith hoow ioyfull dooth she fynde?
But at thy Healy so vanquisshaunt in war
Triumph she dooth, lifts it az hy az star:
2 Her harts dezyre thoow gyvest her ioyfully,
Her prayerz eak thoow doost not her deny.
II.
3 Lord of thy boountyoous liberalitee,
That hast her set in Sooveraintee supream,
Blest her with thy gyfts of Principalitee,
Made her the Queen of this thynobl Ream,
Croound her with a Monarchall diadeam:
4 Lyfe hath she askt' which Thoow most gracioously,
Hast graunted her in perpetuity.
III.
5 Greatiz the glory of her hy estate,
But az thoow hast of meer benignitee,
Aboove so mighty Kings her elevate,
In honor brightnes & famoous dignitee,
6 So shalt thoow make her blessed for too bee,
With happines still in continuauns,
And gladnes of thy ioyfull coountinauns.
IIII.
7 Oour Queen trusts in God and in the great boounty
Of Thee most hy, Thoou Lord of Sea & Land:
Thearfore slip can she not, but certeinly
8 Thy foez & herz, shall feel & vnderstand,
The mighty poour & strength of Thy right hand:
They thearby forced (een mawgree of their hart)
Too be more quiet or els be made too smart.
V.
9 Heat thoow them hot az furnessiz by fire,
In time of thy most dreadfull indignacion,
Quell them with torments of thy wrathfull Ire,
In vengeauns Lord withoout commizeracion,
Flamez them devoour & spoil in cruell facion
10 Theyr plants from earth shallt root vp, and agen,
Destroy their offpring for ever amoong men.
VI.
11 Against Thee & Her in damnabl dezire,
One prank (amoong the rest) most execrabl
Assayd they in mallis, mischeef, swoord & fire, 1588
Which yet too acheeve (alas) they wear vnabl:
What gat they by that practis detestabl?
But slaughter & flight and most infamoous shame,
With a freating corzey perpetuall too their name.
VII.
12 Tiz thoow that makest them run awey apace,
Thy bowstring iz it, that in a full despight,
Terribly shall flyrt them at their very face:
13 Avauns thy self O Lord God in thy might,
So shall we sing all cheerfull in delight,
Thy praiz, thy glory, and celebrate with all,
Thy puissant poour that Reinz & ever shall.